It's ok to look...

Yesterday I decided to get serious about dating.  And by serious I realized that meeting guys in crowded bars that have drag queens lip syncing to Whitney Houston songs might not be the exact way I was going to find a soul mate.  

After watching a commercial for Match.com, I decided that it was indeed "ok, to look."  The man in the commercial seemed attractive enough.  Sure he came with some baggage- an ex-wife and a daughter, but I thought I could make it work.  (Plus I like Broadway shows and apparently, he takes his daughter to see one every year for her Birthday.)  There had to be hundreds of guys waiting for me online, daughters and all.

Now, joining Match.com isnt a five minute process.  After the standard questions regarding my height (6 foot- I added a quarter of an inch), body type (athletic and toned) and other personal features it was on to the description section.  I wanted to be completely honest, so when asked about my drinking habits, I clicked on regularly.  I thought I was a social drinker, but that came with the added "2-3 drinks" clause.  I dont know what types of parties or bars these "social drinkers" are attending, but 2-3 drinks wouldn't last me more than 30 minutes.  This worried me.

Then there was this very scientific section filled with various questions along with a ranking system based upon its importance to me.  The problem with this section is that to be honest, if James Franco was messaging me on this site, I wouldnt care if he wasnt Jewish or a smoker. However, I hardly doubted celebrities used this site as a dating service, so I had to take this section serious.  I have to be honest here, its was a difficult thing to go through these questions, I mean my Jewish mother would want me to date someone Jewish, so how could I possibly put that this is "somewhat important" yet when asked about people not having cats I clicked "very important"?  Id rather pray to Jesus than sleep next to Mittens at night. 

After about 40 minutes of some deep soul searching, I was ready to browse 32 pages of eligible bachelors.  I didnt let the first 5 pages of unattractive guys get me down.  The next 15 pages didnt seem any more promising.  I figured that there had to be someone on this site that would justify the nearly hour it took to sign up for the site.  In 32 pages of ugly, unattractive guys, there was one who caught my eye.  Problem was he went to my gym and he was looking for a mature, responsible guy to share the rest of his life with.  With that I realized that maybe I belong in those bars singing along with Whitney ordering watered down Ketal and sodas.

Clean it up kids,

Dan